Everybody loves a good cliff. More so, everybody loves a good story about someone who fell off a cliff and now haunts it. Unfortunately, I don't have time to tell you the story but I'm sure you'll find someone who does.

Losers.

::This is where Chloe ends up. Her arms are crosses tight across her chest, her jaw is still clench and her head now throbs as a result. The breeze is refreshing, flowing through her hair, across the back of her neck. She stands a few meters from where the cliff drops. Her feel take her a few step towards that edge and she peers over the side. The jagged rocks below blur for a few seconds, making her take a step back from the edge as her head starts to spin.

The rock is cold and Chloe shivers as she sits down, bringing her knees up under her chin. She peers out at the scene in front of her. The sea meets the sky, their boundries almost undefined as both are the same pale blue that far out.

After gazing out at the sea for a almost fifteen minutes, all of the tears are mostly dry, making her face uncomfortably sticky.::

(Why does it even mater if she hates me? I don't need her. I so do not need her. I don't need to find out how it feels to be held by her. Who the fuck cares? I don't need to kiss her again. Why would I even want to? No, you don't need her. You don't. You don't need anyone.)

::A passing ghost taps Chloe on the shoulder.::

"Boo."

::Chloe flinches upon being touch. The cold chill that rushes down her spin is a bit shocking too. She twists her head around to see...::

(HOLY FUCK!)

::She scrambles in the direction that is ghost-less. You guessed it: she is heading right for the edge of the cliff...::

::The ghost randomly becomes solid and shoves Chloe off the cliff. Bye bye, loser!::

::Everything seems to be in slow motion as Chloe is shoved off the cliff. She doesn't scream. She has no breath.::

(Now, this is just great.)

::She watches as the jagged rocks come closer.... and closer... and then BAM!























She realizes she can fly.::

(Concentrate...)

::Eyes closed, Chole morphs into her eagle form and opens her wings. She reopens her eyes and swoops over the rocks and out of harms way. Once her heart rate has slowed down a bit, she lands on the pier.::

::Lirie is deposited halfway down the cliff, hanging off, like in that movie. No, not that one. That one.]

::Lirie thrust aback as her body is landed on a narrow ledge, hundred feet bellow her tranquil sea and dozens of razor sharp rocks. She gasp horrendously, feeling the rimy wind hit her shaking self::

"Safety shore indeed... thanks! Okay, okay, okay... think!"

::She glances down, suddenly suffering from a terrible fear of heights. Closing her eyes, she tilts her head aback, looking up. Realizing it is too far for her to climb, she grips the ragged surfice of the cliff. She takes a deep breath and slowly rising to her feet, trying not to lose her shaky balance. She closes her eyes, spreading her arms to her sides::

"Well... there's only one way out..."

(... And it is down...)

"I hope it'll work... or the fishermen will have quite the surprise tomorrow morning..."

::She bounces on her tip toes, taking a forceful leap forward::

"JERONIMO!!!"

::Half way down the cliff, she liquidizes, splashing down into the sea::

::Lee approaches the cliffs and stares over. He nods his head as he thinks about saving the world.::

::The ghostly presence follows him and cackles wickedly.::

"I should still be alive, you know, I died so unfairly... it shouldn't only be me that dies unfairly, thinking it in the name of good, and only as a joke! A waste of time and effort! We all die in the end anyway, what should it matter?"

::Incoherant mumbling.::

"And so easily, so easily I'm forgotten. I dare say nobody around here has ever heard my name, besides those that knew me when I was around! Disgusting. Just disgusting."

::Lee turns to the ghost and blinks a few times.::

"Maybe I can help you...I could help you get revenge or whatever you want."

::Noticing Lee has realised he's not alone, however the ghost has no visible form so he can't see it, the ghost concentrates on becoming Lee's inner voice again.::

"No time to chat, must save the world. It all depends on me, a witch, the wiccan was right, it's my duty to do good."

"I have to do good."

::Lee steps further towards the edge and readies himself to jump.::

"Jump already. It's the only thing to do."

::Lee nods and takes a final breath before jumping off the cliff.::

"Justice is served... a little, anyway."

::Satisfied that Lee is about to smash into the rocks below at any second, the ghostly presence fades away.::

::As Lee falls his jacket gets caught by a large branch sticking out from the cliff. He snaps out of the ghosty trance and screams as he realizes he could fall and die at anytime.::

"HEEEELLLLLLP!"

(Shit, I'm going to have to come up with a spell...)

::He quickly comes up with a levitation spell.::

"The higher I float the higher I be,
The lower I float the less I see.
Lift me up into the sky,
So I can freely float and fly."

[Lee's spell works, as he is lifted from the conveniently-placed branch and brought high into the air, safely being deposited back on the cliff, a good many meters from the edge.]

"Whew! That was close...why did I jump...I remember something..but."

::Lee shakes his head dismissing the thoughts and heads to P3.::

"Maybe those others witches are there."

::Chloe makes her way up the cliff and walks right to the edge, smiling down on the anrgy waters below.::

(I wonder how many poeple have been pushed off of you or have jumped by themselves. I know I've experienced both.)

::She squints as the wind picks up and throws her hair about. She doesn't fight the urge to spread out her arms, her shirt draped across her chest, billowing behind her.::

(Feels like flying. Almost.)

::She smirks and drops her arms, sitting down on the cool rock and gazing out over the water.::

::Chloe stands, scooting closer to the edge so her toes are just barely hanging off.::

(I wonder if Andrea's at home.)

::Chloe leaps off the cliff, a large grin on her face. She transforms midair and an eagle takes off toward CW Apartments.::

:: Sameth walks up along the cliff, not terribly close but at a safe distance. Enjoying the wind against his back, Sameth finds himself a quiet place and sits down on the ground, facing out to see. Noting that there's no body around, and with the soft wind against his side, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. ::

(I'm so not a person of meditation. Search... How?)

:: He tries to think about himself, about the power he has then suddenly he realises that he doesn't know much about his power. Staying absolutely still, he opens his eyes slowly as he pours energy into his right hand he holds out in front of him. Imagining a bright golden stream of... something, Sameth has never felt this way before. He feels different, he feels special, he feels power. Not knowing what to do, he let himself steer as the unknown energy called magic surfaces and a small net of electricty sparks and connect in his hand along his fingertips.

Surprised, he yelps and topples over onto his back, the magic disappearing just as quickly. Wonder appear over his face as he decides to try again. He sits himself in the cross legged position again and holds out both his hands to his side, this time the magic comes more easily as his imaginary golden stream of energy pours from his heart and to his hand, nets of electricty appears in the palm of both his hands, connected via the fingertips.

He holds the electricty there wonderously looking at his power, lost in thought and interest, lost in magic and power, lost in himself. ::

:: Then out of no where, he releases his static lightning bolts right in front of him, the force sending him reeling backwards. ::

(Good for nothing. Now I know why I don't meditate. It sucks.)

:: His anger flares a little as he throws his hand out, a static streak of lightning flew from his hand and at the ground, causing an audiable crack in the air as it struck the ground. The ground scorches a little as it sparks before it dies away. ::

(... Head for the hills...)

:: He gets up and dusts himself off before heading towards the clump of trees in the distance, he ends up in the forest. ::

::The couple finally arrives at the cliffs.::

"So here we are..."

::She looks him in the eyes for a second before pulling him closes and kissing Rory passionately::

::Bryn follows the couple to the cliffs. She stays hidden behind some brush as she waits for the perfect moment to attack.::

::Rory moans and wraps his arms around his better half. He pulls Summer in close, taking a step backwards and crashing in a giggling heap to the ground. Lying on top of her, he closes his eyes and kisses Summer - a tender, sweet, loving kiss.::

(Ahhh, could life get any more perfect?)

::Enjoying the kiss Summer just lays still for a second. Then she playfully rolls over so that she's on top of Rory and looks him into the eyes.::

"So what are you going to do know?"

::She gives him a seductive smile waiting for his answer::

::Bryn watches the couple roll around on the ground.::

(Now is my chance. Get rid of the girl. Then feast on the boy.)

::Bryn picks up a rather large rock, and stalks towards the occupied couple. Standing behind them, Bryn raises the rock high and brings it down hard on to wards Summer's head.::

::Suddenly feeling a stabbing pain on the forehead Summer passes out. Her body now totally powerless rolls to the side. She's bleeding heavily.::

::Rory's eyes fly open when he hears the sickening crunch of the rock making contact.::

"Wha? SUMMER!"

::He looks wide-eyed at the body of the witch lying unconscious. Finally getting the bright idea of looking up - he spots Byrn standing there with a bloody rock.::

"You! What? Why?? You.. you BITCH!!"

::Rory pushes back his sleeves, exposing the tendrils of ivy wrapped around them. He glares at Bryn - suddenly using his power of photosynthenisis to make them grow spontaneously and go flying towards Bryn's neck.::

::Bryn feels the vines wrap around her neck. She stays calm, not wanting to strangle herself. She releases a dose of pheromones into the air as she intensely meets Rory's gaze.::

::The vines stop in their murderous choking. Instead.. they creep down Bryn's body - quickly ripping off all her clothes.::

::Bryn continues to stare intently at Rory.::

(Finally.)

"That's a good boy. Now you seem to be a little overdressed."

::She raises an eyebrow.::

"Care to remedy that?"

::Rory nods submissively and takes off his shirt. His naked upper body shivers in the cold night air - but the chill has another effect on him. It clears away some of the pheromones, leaving Rory very confused and angry.::

"You! What did you do to me?!"

::With a strangled yell, Rory dives at Byrn - tackling her to the ground.::

::Bryn lets out a growl.::

(It is never easy, is it.)

::Bryn releases another wave of pheromones.::

"I am giving you what you obviously want."

::Bryn licks her lips seductively.::

"What I..."

::The words stop coming out as Rory's right hand rests itself on Byrn's breast.::

"I.. I.."

::Squeezes.::

"Summer!!"

::The tendrils go rushing over to the unconscious witch and wraps gently around her wound.::

::Bryn lets out an exasperated sigh.::

(Grrr.)

::Bryn brings her hands to Rory's gace, making him look at her. She leans forward, leaving her lips only a few inches from his mouth, letting her hot breath flow acrosshis own lips. Bryn lets out yet another dose pheromones.::

(If this doesn't work soon then I am just going to skip the lay and go straight for the kill.)

::Feeling the tendrils wrap around her wound she lets out a small groan but remains unconscious::

"Oohhh."

::Rory moans, finally giving up completely to Bryn's pheromonic mind control. His lust erupts, and he closes the gap between their lips.::

(Sex sex sex sex sex sex)

::Moans some more.::

::Bryn kisses and pushes Rory down on to the ground as the scene fades out.::